Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 562: Be Unable to Look Back

Twilight came late, and the egg-yolk skylight smeared back and forth on the walls of the church. The white-gray wall was painted with a strong golden color. That was the light of a gold coin! The priest who had returned from the town had this intense thought in his heart, especially when he touched the severely shrunken purse. Before the church had time to repair, the collapsed rubble pressed the church to one side. Even if it suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night, it wasn't surprising that Miro was seriously considering whether he should spend the night in the dirty, mosquito-filled hotel in town.

But when he thought of Archimedes in the church, he had to pay twice as much for his lodging. Miro gritted his teeth and went into the crumbling church. As for whether the church would collapse or not, let God decide.

"Hey, Milo, you're finally back. For God's sake, I'm starving to death. Can I have some food?" A shameless man in the church was waving his bear-like arm, making Miro want to let Jesus' statue fall so that he could smash this bastard to death.

But in the end, the statue must have been broken by Archimedes, and Miro had to pay an extra fee to repair it, so the priest only thought about it in his mind.

"Food?" Miro snorted, "If you drink that bottle of wine in the afternoon, you can at least exchange it for a sumptuous dinner. Now, I have two slices of black bread here. Do you want it?"

Rye bread is the bread that the bakery roasted during the barbecue. They are not delicious, but they can fill the stomach and are cheap. Miro was now so poor that he did buy some black bread for dinner tonight when he came back. Of course, he didn't buy Archimedes'. Anyway, that man had always been a meat lover. Black bread probably wouldn't enter his eyes. Besides, Archimedes had nothing to do with Milo even if he starved to death.

"Black bread?" Archimedes shook his head and said, "Milo, you're not a good priest. You can't even afford meat."

"That's all thanks to you!" Miro said crazily.

"That's true. Forget it. Black bread is black bread. I'll eat some."

Miro suddenly felt that he had underestimated the rascal of the man in front of him.

He sighed and could only give the bastard some of the bread he had bought.

"Hey, I'm talking about Milo. You can't eat that much with just this little guy, can you give me all of this?"

"Archimedes, I want to duel with you!"

"Are you crazy, Milo?"

Miro's meaningless shouts rang out in the church, causing the passers-by to speculate on what stimulated the priest today. In their memories, Miro had always been a rogue, rarely losing control like now. However, they didn't know that the thing that rogues feared the most was the bigger rogues!

"The path of burning blood … is actually the cursed fate of our race."

Archimedes seemed to have recovered from his injuries after dinner, and he was in high spirits. Miro was trying to save the statue from the rubble when he suddenly heard Archimedes muttering to himself. The priest looked at the man and said, "Didn't you tell me not to inquire about that path?"

"Yes, but if I volunteered, it would be another matter."

Miro shook his head. He no longer wanted to judge the two standards of this man. He muttered, "You like to say it or not."

"Wait!" "You mean race? Damn it, don't tell me you're not human?" Miro suddenly grabbed a word.

Archimedes spread out his hands and smiled like a harmless bear, "Dear friend, did I ever tell you that I'm human?"

"At best, we only look alike."

Miro put down the statue and stared blankly at the man who was on credit, drunk, rogue, and brutal. Although he wasn't a good guy, Miro never thought that this bastard wasn't a human yet.

Aliens were no longer unfamiliar terms to people nowadays. With the opening of high-level warfare and the appearance of chaotic battlefields, people had long known that there were other intelligent beings outside the universe. Moreover, there were traces of alien activity in Babylon, the city of the sky, or on the surface of the earth. But Miro never thought that one day he would know an alien.

But Archimedes was probably the worst kind of alien, Miro thought viciously.

"If you look at me like a monster again, I'll dig out your eyes. Human eyes seem to taste pretty good." Archimedes said gloomily.

Miro screamed, then saw Archimedes pointing at him and laughing. As a result, his movements were too big, causing the wound to split open and his face to suddenly turn pale. Miro knew that he had been fooled by this bastard again, so he immediately hated him to the point of itching his teeth.

"Every generation of our clan has quite a few siblings. When the path to bloodshed opens, we have to kill each other. Only the strongest can survive. This is a path of self-improvement. The one who survived would transform into the most powerful life form. Damn it, I thought I wouldn't have to be entangled with those bastards if I ran to the edge of the galaxy, but one of them was still eyeing me, Archimedes shook his head and said gloomily.

Miro couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked, "So what if you become the strongest? Will you be rich?"

Archimedes patted his forehead. "Milo, can you have anything other than money?"

He put down his hand and his gaze suddenly became deep. "Become the victor of the path of bloodshed, and we will become supreme beings. Even the life and death of the universe is within our minds. Our race, in the civilizations of many planets, is known as the God of Creation and Annihilation."

"Gods? Are you gods?" Miro laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He patted the statue of Jesus and said, "Are you, like God, the Almighty? That's impossible, Archimedes. That's the biggest joke you've ever told."

"Do you really think so?" Archimedes looked far away, as if he could see the universe from there: "Perhaps your God, like us, is a higher-dimensional being from other civilizations." However, your civilization was too backward at that time. In front of the methods he displayed, you were like a group of uncivilized monkeys. In this way, if you treat it as a miracle, then life can also be called a god, right? "

Miro suddenly felt like he couldn't laugh. He shook his head and said, "It feels like you're playing me again, but Archimedes. If it's true, you can beat all the competitors. Why do you look so upset?"

'"You don't understand. Too strong a power can make you ignore everything around you. It's just like how people don't pay attention to the ant's kingdom, let alone understand that if you accidentally step on it, it will be a calamity to the ant's world." Archimedes revealed his white teeth, "If I become the victor of the path to bloodshed, then the intelligent beings of you and even the other planets will be ants to me." The stronger ones were just rats. Perhaps if I'm in a bad mood, I'll just kill you all. Do you think that would be fun? No, no, my friend. I'd rather be like this now, teasing you occasionally and drinking wine. As long as he was on a mission, he would be able to fill his stomach. Even though it's ordinary, I always feel like there's something I can't finish every day. "

"Only a day like this is meaningful."

Miro stared at Archimedes in shock. The man's rough face gradually overlapped with Alan's in front of him. The priest came back to his senses and shook his head. "In the end, your father is a lazy, unambitious fellow. That fellow is rogue and bastard, but he is full of human smell. He is simply more human than us. To be honest, Archimedes like that can be quite reassuring at times."

Alan still remembered everything the priest had said, especially Archimedes' own admission that he was not human. Although Alan was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

"How long ago was that?"

Miro thought for a while and said, "It's been a long time, at least, before Archimedes met your mother."

Alan said abruptly, "It has been a long time since the priest remembered it so clearly."

"You don't understand. That bastard owes me a lot of money. And until he disappears, he still owes me more than 3,000 yuan!" Miro said with a face full of resentment.

Ellen laughed. He stood up and patted the priest. "He owes you, and I'll pay you back. I'm not like him."

"Of course, Young Master Allen is much more generous than your heartless father. Fortunately, you don't look like Archimedes at all." Miro smiled.

"Let's do this first. Do your best in the Church and you won't be mistreated. Also, look, when you become the Pope, you'll probably be able to sleep on the gold coins."

"I wish that day would come soon," Miro said with a yearning expression.

Alan shook his head and left the church.

The sun outside the church was still shining brightly, but the youth's face was somewhat solemn. Every time he got to know that man better, Alan would find that his so-called understanding was only the tip of the iceberg. Archimedes was like he was hiding in a dense fog. There were countless secrets on his body. Just like this time, knowing from the priest's mouth that he was not a human, then what was his race?

Or perhaps, what kind of race would be named the God of Creation and Annihilation?

The most important question was, where was that man now! However, this is a puzzling question. At the very least, Alan could not get an answer.

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